The Adventures of Dysfunctional Dan

It has now been nearly a week since I finished university and officially became unemployed. I’ve had proper time to consider what to do with my life and this has been rather unpleasant. Choosing not to pursue my planned career of primary teaching after four years of training (and several years of study just to make get to that training) was an immensely difficult decision. It’s heart-breaking to have lost a brilliant career but I still know it just wasn’t the right one for me. As frustrating as it is, I just know I am not teacher material. The last few sessions at uni were hard, with me feeling totally inferior to all those around me, the vast majority of whom have teaching jobs lined up for the new academic year in September. Then there was me with no clue what I am going to do, let alone actually having a job secured. Thankfully, trainee teachers tend to be lovely people and the support from my colleagues was even stronger than I could have predicted. If nothing else, at least...

Once upon a time, in the green and  pleasant  damp land that is England, lived a young man whose whole life was planned out. He would go to university for four years and study to be a primary school teacher before going on to spending a lifetime improving the lives of little people (by which I mean children as opposed to smurfs or similar creatures). This was four years ago. The plan seemed to be coming together (I love it when that happens) and at the start of 2014 there was not long to go. But then a huge horrible monster called “final teaching practice” came along and viciously ripped the plan into teeny tiny little pieces. And that is where this blog begins. I am Dan and the star of the tale above. I realise that it is not the most exciting of stories but apart from adding some fairy tale magic in the writing style there is not much I can do about that. Basically it turned out that I am actually awful at teaching and in new X-Men film style I wish I could send so...